I am not always a nice person. In fact, I can be quite awful – with flair. A while back, my future daughter-in-law, my niece and I were stuck in a small, crowded, hot airport terminal, where all the flights had been delayed. Looking around for some seats, I spied two together with a third one on which a woman had plunked her pocketbook and bag of potato chips. Politely, I asked if we could use the third seat. With a dramatic huff and a dirty look, she grabbed her pocketbook and her chips, leaving behind one single chip. Like an expert tiddlywinks player, I lined up my middle-finger behind the chip and gave it a mighty flick. The chip took off like an intercontinental ballistic missile, whizzing right under the nose of the astonished woman. With a smile, I said “Oops. Sorry”. Later, my daughter-in-law-to-be said, “I thought that chip was going to hit that lady. You would have been so embarrassed.” To which my niece roared in laughter and said, “Are you kidding? She was aiming right at her!” I just smiled and thought to myself, “Perhaps”.
the locker room attendant has to cut off your lock because you can’t remember the combination.